Aaaand then she walked away with the bag glued to her right thigh.

Sparrow: The trick is to be inconspicuous. See, if they see you holding the bag in your hand, they’ll know it was you.

You’d be more inconspicuous if you wouldn’t leave a card saying the gift was from you, but what do I know?

Wendy, where the hell are you going?

Wendy: To steal back my gnome, of course.

That’s lovely, but you never owned a gnome. You live in an apartment, you don’t have a garden.

Wendy: The sons-of-bitches will never see me coming! *evil cackle*

*facepalm*

Butler: Oh, no! I’ve set the trash compactor on fire! Bad Dobby! BAD DOBBY! *sticks head in flaming appliance of doom*

Osmond: “What in hell’s name are you doing, man?? Your name isn’t even Dobby, for crying out loud!”

Butler: “Dobby had to punish himself, sir.”

Shit my game does (sorry ‘bout the shitty pictures)

Delilah: Hello, Mr. Burglar. Don’t mind me, I’ll just casually stroll downstairs and call the police.

Burglar: Perfect. No one suspects a thing. I am a sneak-master.

…………….

Delilah: Yeah, so I called the police. Thought you might like to know.

Burglar: Ehehe… Sneak. Master.

Delilah: Whatever. Going to bed now.

……………

*enter levitating mohawk pixie policewoman*

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Pixie Policewoman: Stop right there, criminal scum!

Burglar: Keep it down, woman! Can’t you see I’m trying to sneak?! *turns head* Oh. Hi.

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Delilah: Oh noes! I’ve been burgled! *zzzz*